We made it.
The trip.
The bike ride.
The New year's supper of collard greens and black eyes peas.
After dinner, K & R donned hats and horns while my Dad & I put the fireworks to use. Not just the lame Georgia-legal ones we bought at Kroger, but the noisy Alabama-legal bottle rockets my Dad had too.
No, it was not my plan.
It was better.
1 comment:
We live in the world of "plan B". Glad you had a nice day after all. Happy New Year!
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